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-I hate how one minute everything is fine and then the next minute I'm feeling like shit and wanting to curl up into a ball and die.

-I can't tolerate this pain anymore.

-There was a time when I was alone,

No place to call home and my only friend was the man on the moon but even some nights he would go away to.

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